BK's Bar and Grill

Thanksgiving Eve, down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, and between visits to Bill Ass's and the Sleazy, we decided upon...this place.

I grew up in Beachmont and lived there for the first thirty years of my life, and I was asking myself, how could I have never been to Buddy's Cafe - for that was what BK's was once known as, but its name had been changed a few (twenty?) years ago.  Now, at thirty-two, visiting Buddy's is akin to climbing onboard the Orient Express or saving that bottle of Chateau Mouton-Rothschild for the right occasion.  Long have I driven by BK's, perched precariously on the corner of The Ave and Ocean and seen its clientle massed outside the doors on a cold winters day, and I thought, what are their hopes, their dreams, their unquenchable thirst for notorierty?  Well, I found out the other night, for this is MY Orient Express.

Not really.  The crowd was eclectic, to say the least, but it was very young, like college age, a good mix, mostly playing pool, and the music was interesting: where else can you hear such hits as DIAMOND GIRL?  Come on, you know the words! Everyone seemed friendly - it was the night before Thanksgiving, people should be friendly. The cap'n and cokes were strong, liable to put hair on your chest - you hear that, nana?  We may have stayed for two drinks and moved on.

I haven't figured out what the "grill" alludes to in the name because I didn't see anyone eating.